Icy Ms Butterfly

THE BILLIONAIRE'S VOW Adrian Knight has everything-power, prestige, and the kind of wealth that keeps his name on magazine covers. But when his best friend and business partner is left in a coma after a mysterious breakup, Adrian's world narrows to one goal: REVENGE ON! Adrian Knight has it all-money, power, and a plan for revenge. When his best friend falls into a coma after a devastating heartbreak, all signs point to one woman: Aurora Blake, the charming heiress with a reputation as cold as her beauty. Determined to make her pay, Adrian trades his tailored suits for tactical gear, posing as her new bodyguard to infiltrate her world and break her heart from the inside out. But Aurora isn't what he expected. Behind the designer clothes and icy front is a woman carrying her own scars, someone kind, strong, and nothing like the villain he imagined. As Adrian gets closer to her, lines blur, lies pile up, and the truth he thought he knew begins to unravel. What happens when a man driven by vengeance falls for the woman he set out to destroy?

Samantha Hale thought she had it all — a perfect marriage, a thriving career as a software engineer, and the kind of life that looked flawless from the outside. Until she discovers her husband is cheating on her… with her sister. And that her sister is pregnant. Betrayed. Homeless. Broke. One night, Samantha enters a radio contest on a whim — and wins an old Victorian mansion in a forgotten countryside town called Willow Creek. It’s supposed to be her new beginning. But the house has a secret buried deep beneath its foundations. When she unlocks the door to the basement, Samantha finds two stone coffins — and accidentally awakens Lucien Varyn, the long-lost King of Vampires, and his enigmatic right hand, Sebastian. Lucien is dark, magnetic, and far too dangerous. Sebastian is cold, calculating, and hiding something behind his icy loyalty. Both are bound to her by an ancient prophecy neither of them expected to come true. As strange events unfold and old powers stir, Samantha must decide who to trust — and who to love — before the house claims her soul… Because in Willow Creek, under the glow of the Blood Moon, the past isn’t dead. It’s just waiting to be awakened.

The Horror Game invaded the world. Real players entered the game, and their every move would be broadcast live. My adopted son shoved me—an eighty-eight-year-old woman—straight into a deadly dungeon to save his own skin. One of the comments in the live stream predicted: [What? They’re tossing in such an elderly woman? No way she’s gonna survive the first night!] On the first night, a frost-bitten ghost exhaled icy breath in my face. I shrugged off my thick floral coat, feeling sorry for her. “You poor thing! You must be freezing. Listen to me and bundle up quickly!” The second night, a starving ghost lunged at me with blood dripping down his chin. I sniffed the air, then found a jar of pickled cabbage. “Look at how skinny you are! Come on, let me get you something hot to eat.” On the final day, the last surviving players tied me up, desperate to steal the one ticket to escape. However, before they could touch me, every ghost in the dungeon came storming out, cleavers and rolling pins in hand. “Touch her, and you’re dead meat!”

Serena Vaughn was once the invisible wife of Damien Blackwood, a ruthless billionaire who only treated her as nothing more than a trophy. When he humiliates her one too many times, she walks away, ignoring the world’s bets that she’ll come crawling back. But Serena isn’t broken, she’s a dormant storm. Months later, she resurfaces as the CEO of a revolutionary tech empire, her brilliance was undeniable. The same society that mocked her now clamors for her favor, including a Nobel-winning scientist, a Wall Street titan, and Hollywood’s biggest star all scrambling to be the new man in her life. But Damien isn’t ready to let go. When he corners her, demanding to know if her child is his, Serena’s icy reply shatters him. “That’s none of your business, ex-husband, step aside!” Now, the war is on. Old enemies circle like vultures, but Serena is no longer prey. One by one, they fall, until only one question remains. How far will a broken man go when the woman he discarded becomes the queen of his ruin?

as soon as I stepped out of the villa, it felt like I’d walked straight into a nightmare. Hector, the man I’d missed so much, was surrounded by soldiers, passionately kissing some woman I’d never seen before. The cheers and whistles around them felt like knives stabbing into my heart. I froze, my happiness turning into icy disappointment and rage. I forced myself to walk closer, even though every step felt like I was wading through quicksand. As more people noticed me, the noise died down, like someone had hit the mute button. Hector and his mystery woman were still in their own world until they finally sensed the eerie silence and pulled apart. When Hector’s eyes met mine, panic flashed across his face, but he quickly masked it. Holding the woman’s hand, he approached me. “Elena, this is Vanessa, she’s—” Before he could finish, Vanessa flashed a confident smile and offered her hand to me. “Hi, I’m Vanessa, Hector’s partner. We fell in love on the battlefield.”

Financial reporter Zoey, known for her pride and icy beauty, and with a formidable business acumen, finds herself at the center of a scandal on the very day she and financial tycoon Barlen are to get their marriage license. An insider exposes her, claiming that she loves only Barlen's wealth and that their marriage is merely a product of her exquisite acting skills. Unaware of the brewing storm, Zoey and Barlen are in the midst of obtaining their license when the news breaks. Barlen, upon reading the revelations, 'borrows' Zoey's phone and promptly turns it off, facing the onslaught of public opinion with firm evidence in hand. Surrounded by media reporters, Barlen is bombarded with questions about his perspective on the scandal. He deliberately twists the narrative: "My wife, she doesn't just love my money. Could she possibly love someone else's?" The reporters press on, clarifying their query: "Do you mean she only loves money, not you as a person?" Barlen remains composed: "She loves my money, and I love her as a person. Is there a problem with that?" In a single sentence: He redeems her with all his love and warmth. How could I not be enamored with someone like you?

Callan kissed me thoroughly, fanning the flames between us before nibbling my lip.Craving more, I opened my mouth in sweet invitation. He ran his tongue along mine, and then deepened the kiss. I clung to the sides of his shirt, swaying into him. Callan’s hands drifted down to grab my bottom and pull me fully against him. I could feel his hardness against my thigh.“Callan…” I whispered as his lips trailed down my neck.“Mhm?” Callan murmured against my skin.“Make love to me.”***After a breakup hat led to the loss of her business, Isla has a no-dating policy when it comes to coworkers. She’s a woman with something to prove, and no man is going to take it from her this time.Except, perhaps, CEO Callan. After a steamy night, Callan is determined to break down Isa’s icy walls.Can Isa let go of the past and risk it all forCallan? Or will she be just another new girl?Not Just Another New Girl is created by Scarlett Rossi, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

Alana Mendoza, a sunbeam in a world of shadows, had her life meticulously planned: a dream job, independence, and the loving embrace of her family. But when her parents shatter her reality with an arranged marriage to a powerful Italian billionaire stranger, her bright future dims. Ricardo Romero, a single father hardened by loss and ruthless in his pursuits, wants nothing to do with the cheerful woman thrust into his life. He's a fortress of icy arrogance, a man who lives solely for his son. Yet, beneath the cold exterior lies a burning intensity, a dangerous allure that threatens to ignite a forbidden passion. Haunted by his past, he views Alana as nothing more than an inconvenient obligation. He's a man of sharp edges and sharper words, a fortress guarded by ice and grief. But beneath the surface, a fierce passion simmers, a desire that threatens to shatter his carefully constructed walls. Can Alana melt the ice around his heart, or will their forced union become a battleground of pride and hidden desires? In a world where wealth breeds danger and love is a dangerous game, will they find solace in each other's arms or be consumed by the flames of their forbidden attraction?

"I think I love you. I will marry you," Damian's icy words froze Rose in her tracks. After their one-night stand, he had a change of heart. He found love elsewhere and was ready to wed someone else. But there was a twist—Rose was already carrying his child. With his mother on his side, he insisted she terminate the pregnancy. Through tearful pleas and gripping his legs, she begged him, "Please, forget about marriage and embrace your role as a father to this precious baby." However, fate had a surprise in store for her. When she discovered she carried not just one, but two babies in her womb, she made a life-altering decision—she ran away, vowing to never cross paths with him again. Five years passed, marked by her struggles, childbirth, and the relentless care she provided for her children. Then, unexpectedly, their paths converged once more. With a cool determination, she declared, "Sorry, sir, I am no longer your girl," plotting a scorching revenge. He pleaded for a second chance, but can he earn forgiveness and how?

He is the unchallenged Alpha of the Shadow pack. He crushes my hand, lets his true love drive me to the brink, and forces me to lick wolfsbane from my wounds in the punishment chamber, turning me into the pack's laughingstock. I am the Lunar pack's pawn in a political bonding. After enduring three years of humiliation and clutching enemy intelligence, I overturn his throne during the Moon Ceremony, making him watch helplessly as his beloved betrays him and his pack descends into chaos. Later, he backs down. He abdicates as Alpha and gets down on his knees at the pack's border every day, his voice hoarse from shouting, "I was wrong." I hold a blood-stained dagger, my gaze icy as I say, "Your regret is deadlier than wolfsbane and worth even less than my life." Our bonding is a calculated trap, and revenge is the move I am determined to play. Winning him back no longer matters. This time, I am not turning back. I want nothing but his endless remorse and the chance to break my chains and begin a new life.